Great word,
Great life,
Great love,
Great time.
All are great,
Great is practice.
Living is
But a practice.
At every nook and corner
Living creatures are
Busy in adjusting life.
And life runs
On its own way
Carelessly.
All are okay
Regardless of
Their sound, status,
And of professions.
Simple thesis is
All are living
But we count a few.
Life is not new,
The living is new, no doubt.
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word also lives, it is the poet who knows.